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<br />Lakes need taking care of
<br />By GEORGIE ANNE GEYER
<br />Los Angflcs Times *
<br />Elk horn, Wis.
<br />There are summer people who belong to
<br />the wild waves of the sea or to the drifting
<br />timelessness of rivers and not to our still,
<br />green, southern Wisconsin lakes.
<br />“These people" are all right. We tolerate
<br />them up here, so long as they don ’t make a
<br />point of their strange tastes. But when
<br />j they start to complain about the heavy
<br />, weeds that wrap around you like slippery
<br />• arms, well, we just don ’t ask them back.
<br />! To each his own water.
<br />; As summer ends, once more with sad*
<br />I ness, I can think of nothing better to con-
<br />; template than our lakes, these quiet, Mid
<br />western mirrors of tree crowns and
<br />sweeping stormclouds.
<br />I am, I admit it, defensive about our
<br />lakes, about our form of water. My family
<br />came here, to Lauderdale Lakes, more
<br />than 50 years ago, when the only roads
<br />were gravel and cow dung. There were In
<br />dian mounds around the lakes, which were
<br />as clear then as Alpine rain catches.
<br />^ We hullt each new little part on the
<br />house ourselves back then. Today, the in-
<br />. vading newcomers pay $110,000 for only a
<br />small lot. Can we ever really accept these
<br />nouveaux riche?
<br />But, the lakes — that’s the important
<br />thing. Every spring, we rush down to
<br />study the water. Is it as clear as last year?
<br />How much have the weeds encroached
<br />this year on the sand dumped years back
<br />on the ice in winter In order to form sandy
<br />beaches by spring? t - ‘
<br />You see, you have' to take care of the
<br />lake. This year, each weekend, we so care
<br />fully moved large pieces of asbestos with
<br />rocks on them from section to section of
<br />the beach. The asbestos chokes the weeds
<br />and, when you move it, the weeds simply
<br />drift away.
<br />But other things are drifting away, too
<br />— that’s the sad part. Some lakes, like
<br />nearby Delavan, are so polluted from poor
<br />use of fertilizer, badly placed septic tanks
<br />and generally poor land planning that they
<br />have become filled with algae. Dead.
<br />Wisconsin is tougher than almost any
<br />other state on ecological questions. At
<br />present, the Department of Natural Re-
<br />' es is using NASA satellite reports
<br />that identify areas down to 20 acres in
<br />size. By putting these images through
<br />computers, the department can tell how
<br />turgid the waters are becoming.
<br />Every year, the department tells me, the
<br />waters are becoming a little worse, al
<br />though they do have various plans to re
<br />verse the trend, such as lowering the
<br />ground water level in some lakes in order
<br />to compact the sediment at the bottom of
<br />the lake, or even using chemicals.
<br />T he Minneapolis Star
<br />So we watch our lakes, and we look
<br />with barely rii.'-guised dmdain A the hordes
<br />■ of new people who are trying to build sub-
<br />divisions back from the Inke and who will
<br />disturb even further the'careful balance
<br />we have tried to keep all these ye^rs. Are
<br />we elitists? If that is what one must be to
<br />preserve beauty, that must be what we
<br />are.
<br />Tuesday, Sept, 6, 1977
<br />VOLUME XCIX, NO. 241
<br />DONALD R. DWIGHT, STEPHEN ALNES^
<br />Publisher and Editor Editorial Editor
<br />HAROLD CHUCKER, Associate Editor
<br /><■ DAVID NIMMER, Man^^ging Editor
<br />The oceans, with their raging waves and
<br />sweeping winds? They have a magic, to ^
<br />sure. The ri\ers, with their meandering
<br />arms that try to tie u'>gether so many
<br />pieces? The waterfalls. God ’s watery light
<br />ning bolts?
<br />The Star will . . .
<br />2. Express the editorial opinions of The Star only
<br />in plainly labeled editorials on this pa *e Other
<br />opinions —those of columnists and of people in
<br />the ntws--ma> be rtporu-d and appear else
<br />where m the new'spaper.
<br />^ hsues^ *** ImjKixlant controversial
<br />They’re all all right. But for u? Midwest
<br />erners, there is nothing like our lakes. To
<br />lie in them, with the weeds wrapped lov
<br />ingly about you and the gentle ripples lull
<br />ing you to rest and the fluffy clouds bus- '
<br />tiing about the sky above you — that, per*
<br />haps, is something only we people of lakes
<br />can really appreciate.
<br />How I hate to bid my lake farewell
<br />again! ' ..
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